Likes: A lot of subjects, but never one which the school offers.
Sports. Solitude. Animanga. Reading dictionary. Drawing. TV. Aesthetically pleasing stuffs. Discovering things. Taking apart
things if one has the chance.
Speaks (in order of preference): Cantonese, English, Mandarin. Very very very basic Japanese. Even more basic
(essentially, a minute smattering that I have already forgotten anyway) Portuguese and French.
Yeah, you're right, I'm only trying to show off here. *laughs and runs away*
Keeper of Sanzo's dreams,
and Nataku's child within.
Saturday, December 6, 2003 :.
*Note to self: never EVER try to make promises to yourself. You're bound to weave around it some way or another, unintentionally or not.*
*blinks*
Slept the afternoon and evening away after taking SAT. So, yeah, that stupid new background I was talking and talking about just refuses to get done. I hereby apologise to myself *bows in front of mirror*.
But for such a short period of consciousness today, there sure is a lot to remember and laugh about. (I shall leave the best for the last.)
Wales drew a great group for the World Cup Qualifiers. And. Against. England. Now that is what I live for, dude.
I have 1 GB on my hard drive. Period.
If Sanzo had spoken English, I'm sure he'll have a whole variety of vocabulary for him to curse in. But...
"Oh, bugger off,"
What -what- what on earth was /that/??? Why did I have to encounter that in the English translation of Saiyuki Reload #1?? Now my dreams of a tough talking "Reverend"(to quoth da book) is shattered to a million pieces. Of all the words available in modern English, must it be translated into such a jejune expression (that made my mouth twitch upwards in bemused amusement)???
"Shaddup shaddup shaddup!!! ^^;;; I must say... this Sanzo doesn't sound too intimitating now, does he?
(Hakkai doesn't sound too friendly either, what with his usual "ahaha" turned into sinister "heh, heh"s)
I tell you, reading the English version is like having the ikkou screaming right into your ears -- their usage of words is Loud, their expressions are Punk; even the printed words themselves were rather irritatingly Bold. Godsh.
It seems like I'm revolving a lot around Saiyuki lately. And I ain't gonna stop ^__^.
Saiyuki Reload Episode #10 was the BEST.
The best.
The best.
The Best.
Great artwork. (With Saiyuki anime, you -know- when to appreciate fantastic art when you see it.)
Wicked manga-style humour. (Do you know that by simply interpolating the Jap sound effect words you see in manga into the anime, you get a Winner? An extremely hilarious Winner, at that.)
And I'm actually going to keep/burn it instead of deleting it. Speaks a lot for the episode, you know ^^
And letting the inner-fangurl out,
Oh my godsh they are so SEXY looking!!!!!!!!!! *Gwah* *chokes*
=Opening scene: The boys sweat. Sweat. And sweat. They're in the sauna!= (And then the camera abruptly zooms out to reveal nekkid-ness *nosebleed - faints*
=In the middle of somewhere: Glint in Hakkai's eyes. Glint in Goyjo's eyes. "Bring. It. On."
*Tah-tah-tah* And Hakkai smashes the ping pong ball past Goyjo's ears.= (With the venom of Sanzo's bullet, heh heh)
Not to mention that Hakkai and Gojyo seem to be having a date between themselves eh~~? Ping pong, movies, water gun (I didn't know Hakkai can be so kawaii-ly playful @_@), synchronised fighting (more on that later ^^). A fangurl's dream. *faints*
Hey hey, I don't think I've even mentioned the main plot of the story... "Sanzo's turning youkaiii!!"
Goodness, I'm still grinning... I'm probably not in a state to present a summary right now.
About the "sychronised fighting" *grinz*, Gojyo and Hakkai square off with... Goku! ...who was trying to protect youkai!Sanzo. (Man, Goyjo and Hakkai really look good next to each other. No wait, hey~~ *waves GoyjoxSanzo flag*)
Oh jeez, wait... I must really calm down now. *wears a silly grin to bed*
P.S. May the Zero Sum images be up tomorrow!
*...remembers beginning of entry*
...but. I make no promises ^^
If I ever get past my current mantra of "Oh~ Sanzo~!", I'll make sure to post the scans up.
And oh, either Minekura is testing out a new way of not inking her drawings, or she's really rushing the deadlines. If it's the latter, let's hope it means that she is working on Gaiden. ^__^
This is where I admit defeat regarding that stupid afore-mentioned layout, and thus pursue to work on a new Sanzo picture instead for a new background.
Ah~ the essence of perseverence ^__^ (I think my finger is permanantly damaged.)
Not that -this- picture is good to work with either -- have spent today on it already. Maybe it'll be done tomorrow, maybe not.
Some people have probably realised my desire for a laptop. I've been dropping hints and leaving newspaper articles on "Laptop Prices Hit Rock-bottom" around. Hope my parents will get the hint someday...? Damn I didn't even asked for a birthday present; maybe a laptop can contend for the ultimate birthday-cum-Xmas gift.
(Also, some people are probably wondering what's it with my "Applesauce".
*points* Go check dictionary you lazy bum.)
Since I'm going to do the background some more, here are some quizzes to fill da spaces.
Oh, wait WAIT! News of the day: In the Japanese-dubbed version of PotC, the person voicing Captain Jack Sparrow is Hirata Hiroaki!!! ( <- who voiced Sha Goyjo)
*faints due to double-whammy excessive saliva-loss*
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You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and creativity, and usually are highly intelligent. Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.
You give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.
"And The Dragon seperated the virtuous from the sinful. He tore his eyes from his sockets and used them to peer into the souls of those on trial to make a judgement. He knew that with endless knowledge came endless responsibility."
Some examples of the Dragon Form are Athena (Greek), St. Peter (Christian), and Surya (Indian).
The Dragon is associated with the concept of intelligence, the number 5, and the element of wood.
His sign is the crescent moon.
As a member of Form 5, you are an intelligent and wise individual. You weigh options by looking at how logical they are and you know that while there may not always be a right or wrong choice, there is always a logical one. People may say you are too indecisive, but it's only because you want to do what's right. Dragons are the best friends to have because they're willing to learn.
You're the color yellow. Happy and all-around cheerful, you make it your mission to brighten everybody's day. You're painfully optimistic, always making it so that the cloud "has a silver lining." A generous and extremely caring person, you enjoy cuddling up with your many pets and playing games with children. When it comes to school, you're a person with the average intelligence, but with more ambition than anyone will ever have! Not to mention, you're studious. But aside from all of these good qualities, you can be deceitful, but you never mean it in a malicious way...right? You're also somewhat of a coward, but that comes from being cautious. Just like this color might suggest, you're a hopeful person. You have a hidden granduer that most people can't see...and that's good, don't worry. You're extremely rich in personality and attitude, making you well-liked. You're really perky and a healthy person. But as the food that's related to this color (lemons), you're sweet _and_ tart.
Yadda yadda yadda. (Quizzes are the necessary evils no?)
By the way, for the last quiz, I'm actually more Blue than Yellow. So since 2 quizzes has confirmed it, I'm a Blue.
(Oh, just what do people do without quizzes! *horrified expression*)
Eep. What is this I see?
The cover for Saiyuki Reload #3 tankoubon is lime green. Like this. Yeah, something like this also.
#1 was purple, and although Chuang Yi turned it into fuschia, it was still fine.
#2 was pleasing orange (evolved from the original yellowish hue, again through Chuang Yi's strange printing press); it was very very fine indeed.
Then comes...
Urk. The colour ain't that half bad by itself, actually. But unlike the previous 2 volumes where the characters take up almost all the space on the cover (excuse me while I beam happily at the memory ^__^), #3 features our guys, well, taking up less space. As a result, we have this green green green background glowing around them like an aura gone neon.
*glances up*
Hm, didn't mean to complain so much. Anyways, opinions differ ^^, see it for yourself next time.
Now my only hope is that Chuang Yi pulls off their colour-confusion feat again, and change it to a warmer, nicer green. Like Hakkai's clothes.
(Sekar-ly an even brighter green is formed... -_-)
By the way, one of the coloured pages was of Ken'yuu. ^__^
Skipping the complaints... Kino felt very empty today. Just why, I'm not sure. Maybe because some shelves were half-cleared? And there were no issues of the weekly jap manga on the stipulated shelf either. So naturally, I wasn't that surprised to find no ZS >__< ... though I -was- fractionally worried they might be sold out.
And oh ^o^ ,and while I was browsing the copic markers, I met 2 AJ classmates! Actually they found me. I mean, I was surreptitiously trying out the colours on my home-brought paper when I heard my name said. Just simply -said-, not called out or whatever. So heh, I turned, and had to take a few seconds to absorb his face to make sure... gosh~ I was sooo really pleasantly surprised when my brain finally confirmed my initial reflex-recall of the two of them ^_____^
Eccentric as ever still, them two are. *chuckles especially at WJing*
And the guy's parting words? "Don't steal the markers hor." ! ^^;;;
Then at the train station, yet another person spotted me. It's Patricia! But I'm with my mum, so we just grinned our "hi"s.
And even before that before that and that, I also had another coincidence of meeting somebody.
Mm, a day of coincidences. Maybe tomorrow I'll start banging into walls again. ^^
The 5 stages of not-being-able-to-finish-new-layout-in-time:
Guilt: What?! I've not finished the layout?! Oh, how I've let you[1] down!
Denial: NO! I can still finish it! There's still... 2 hours to midnight!
Blame: Aaaargh. It's my little finger's fault. I can't do things fast.
Hope: There's still... 1 hour and 55 minutes to midnight.
Acceptance: ...?
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*laughs* Nevertheless,
Happy Birthday SANZO!
[1] -- Yes, me doing layout of/for Sanzo. Me not finished. Yet. Me going to work on it Now.
Psst, Happy Birthday to Ryan Giggs as well~~
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For the love of all things... I'm /fated/ to do the layout -now-.
I was just attempting to watch Reload #4[subbed] (hey, a gal needs some 1st-person-inspiration to produce a related layout. This is NOT procrastination ^^), when I discovered I had bittorrented the wrong format >__< So I can't watch it.
My little finger has turned black o_O
I mean, relative to my other fingers that is.
*rushes into better lighting*
...maybe my little finger got tanned more than the others today ya. Look, it got smashed so bad it stuck up unconsciously every now and then (imagine the proverbial high-class-lady drinking her tea. *ploink* goes her pinky.) So it's got more of the sun's goodness that's all. Affirmative?
I -swear- it looks darker... (like what #cccccc is to #dddddd)
Haven't had proper time to use the computer these few days -- a few minutes here and there was what I could painfully afford. Yep, it's that time again when Dad's working shift affects my computer usage ;_;
But here I am again, ...but WAIT, what's THIS?
I sprained(/broke) my little finger! I can't type properly! All my dear p;./'][s are out of reach! The Backspace and Enter keys are now elusive! i cant even press the 'shift' key conveniently1111
I'll also have difficulties adjusting into using my left finger to open new browsers on Ctrl-N. Arie neeeee~ I -live- by this command dammit!
In case anybody's wondering, it met its tragedy when I was playing football today. -_-
Don't ask.
I... expect I will not be putting unnecessary amount of stress on it whilst it recuperates. Heh.
= No blogging! I think.
Aha.
I've finally gotten around to actually do a holiday assignment.
I spent yesterday night (10pm - 2.30am ^^;;) reading the book Walk Two Moons in one shot.
... ...
Well, yes. It was a homework given about four years ago.
But hey, better late than never!
The book has a good ending, which I'm glad I made through to, since I never thought I could; I rather dislike reading first person narratives you see.
(And that's why I didn't read it 4 years ago, see.)
I love the parallelism drawn.
I love the way the story unfolds.
I love the way the layers of stories unravel over each other.
I love how it kept me guessing.
I love the sweetness of teenage crushes.
I love... the sad, yet fulfilled ending. I loved that.
(Sees projected slide of chick -- a real chicken, that is.)
*...*
"...one week old. Ah! It's a male."
!!!
So -now- we know what Goyjo's hair can do... including the determination of animals' gender.
[Horrified silence]
That's the Urasai by the way. The actual content of Reload #8... I'll say it's a case of phagopreneurship.
Watch some angst over bad cooking!
Watch Hakkai do his impression of Cooking Master Boy/God of Cookery! (including the slashing of food in mid-air... don't worry, his is the good cooking)
And discover the Weapon-of-the-Century against youkais -- godawfultasting manjuu (man tou)!
Everybody together now, say YUM!
(Goodness, will fillers ever improve?)
Ah, and when did the hero for Final Fantasy finally become a pretty boy? *glances down*
@__@ He's virtually a girl! But pretty.
My mum's car smoked out this morning.
Mum: The car is veering left by itself...
Half-asleep s.C.: "Mmm"
. . .
"Do you smell something funny?"
"Mmm"
*stops car* *checks*
. . .
"Oi oi! Get out of the car! Quick!"
"Eh? Eh?"
o_O
Smoke was wafting rather spectacularly out of... the wheel. No, not the engine. Just the left wheel.
Which admittedly minused one point from of the drama-quotient.
With a car like my mum's, you're bound to get some action one day or another ^__^
Wednesday was the Hong Kong TVB Anniversary Show.
Ooooooooohhhhh!!!!! Roger Kwok won the Best Actor Award!! At last! It's way long due for him ^^v
His thank-you speech was trembly... he's gonna cry~~~~~~!! He didn't, but gosh, am I elated for him~~
And like every year, the Best Actress sobbed through her thank-you speech. This year it's Maggie Cheung Ho Yee for her role in "¾ÅĪåÖĮך" (The King of Yesterday and Tomorrow). It's a great show~!!! Watch it!
Weaved some fun and glass-half-full-or-empty? psychology into yesterday's grumble entry.
Did you think of the word "suck"? ^^ or...?
Tonikaku, I don't wanna blog about what sucked that day. ARGH!
Been out on both Tuesday and Wednesday.
I particularly want to blog about the former, since it was like a mini class outing of sorts... a trip to the airport included.
That was a great day; unfortunately, my already crampy legs (see below) received even more ouch-inducing activity when I played 2 hours of badminton. Now I have to walk funny.
And oh! the joy of seeing stairs or slopes laying in my path. The fun I'd have crawling up/rolling down 'em.
There's really a lot to be said.
Maybe I'll even discuss the greatness of McDonald's tomorrow -- for now, it's bedtime (or simple laziness).
What's the use?
Now almost every browser will have this block-popup feature -- by the way aren't you a little too late, Microsoft? -_- -- and advertisers will definitely resort to other methods. It's just another case of improvements giving room for more disasters. *sigh*
Well, been spending the day sporadically playing this "point and click adventure". Fun, but unfinished (the game, that is. I've finished whatever there is so far). Do try it; I mean, it's the holidays, I'm sure you can do with some time-wasting ne.
When was "heart-warming" and "Sanzo" ever strung into the same sentence? Ha, for me Reload #7 was more of a riot; I had this incredulous grin (if you can imagine one) throughout the whole episode. Had the makings of a HK drama serial. ("I hate CATS!" "Oh~ you saved me... I love you!" "The owner found you... *tearful farewell*")
Of course Sanzo didn't say these stuffs (nor performed the tearful goodbyes), but that's the main idea. ^__^
And changing the topic, hey, I just witnessed a tree getting lit ablazed by fireworks/sparklers o_O
Luckily the flame extinguished eventually down to a red glow amongst the leaves. For a moment there I really thought there would be a neighbourhood fire.
The 0-0 draw gave really good prospect on Wales' qualifying chance; they will be waiting for Russia in full home force in Cardiff.
Though, I was rather horrified at the gaping holes the defence occasionally left at the back. But hey! A battling draw in Moscow with a temperature of -2 degrees... if that isn't good, what is.
But that incident in the 2nd half marred the match an iota... Urgh. What happened??
Hard drive can finally see the light of 500MB free space once more! This is after some indiscriminating deletion while my mood is still up for it (due to the fervent search for any refugee PW files).
And if you exclude my latest Reload #7, it will be a record-smashing 700 MB. w00.
This is making adrenaline rush all to my head. Am literally shaking in my seat in delirium. My face has a lopsided grin etched on. Now I have no idea which game demo to download first. (No One Lives Forever 2?)
Ah.
Nevermind, let's play a simple game to sooth some overexcited nerves.
But maybe I'm just excited about the Russia v.s. Wales match starting in 45 minutes.
Am quite, quite, horrified that the ghost of P******W*** has drifted back from the burning infernos to haunt me with a vengence -- through an insect programme in Discovery Channel. Which suddenly decided it just -had- to mention West Nile Virus, you know.
Oh LOOK! I still have the folder PW related pix on my desktop!!! BURN IT!!!!!
[And some frantic banging and crashing were heard, followed by the worrisome crackle of electronic fire being set ablaze]
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[EDIT:] -- a few minutes later
It finally went down my Recycling Bin (which I renamed as "GOKU ~ Harahetta !!!" by the way...). HA.
Oh yes, have you seen an insect washing itself? I think I just have.
It was washing its front legs, then back, then front, then back... but ignored its middle legs. I /think/ it was considered washing since the movements come across as very similar to how a cat washes. And if I'm not wrong, the insect used its saliva ("Did we want to know that??!" --audience) ^__^.
And so I continued watching it, because it was standing on the next word on my novel. (Then being considerate, it scuttled away to block another word on the following page.)
Alllllllriiiiiiiighhhhhhht.
*builds big bon-fire and burns everything PW*
Die,sucker.
*does victory dance to complement Battle Cry below*
Aside: Those of you who got my "Fellow Warriors!!!!" SMS yesterday, yes, well...
By the way, the Event of the Week is not PW. Ah, go hang.
It is
RUSSIA v.s. WALES
Yes it is
cumbs: Opinions differ, you dumbass.
s.C.: Hey, somebody else out there might also... I mean, there must beat least one another person out there in this country who loves Wales, eh? C'mon lads hands up hand up
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s.C.: Whatever. Just watch the match. Saturday. SaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturday SaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturday SaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturday.
(I'm carrying out my PW plan on da repetitive "stickiness" factor ^__^ ...ACK! Forget! Forget PW! *watches brilliant yellow blaze in distance*)
But there's akin to a million injuries in the Welsh squad. x_X
I really, sincerely, cross my fingers.
I have a serious problem with aesthetic stuffs.
I mean, I'm seriously addicted.
No further elaborations here, since it may just be a phase. Sadly, quite an expensive phase. (Hey, where did my money just go?)
On an unrelated note, we should have heard of Jimmy/JiMi's work now, shouldn't we.
Well, it's just that I read 2 or 3 of Jean Jacques Sempe's works today, albeit translated versions. Sempe's another one of these artist-authors, and his water colours really appealed to me. Not only that, do read his Marcellin Caillou (瑪塞林為什麼會臉紅？). It's just... nice. Great. Delightful.
Or Das Geheimnis des Fahrradhändlers (About a bicycle specialist who didn't know how to ride a bike).
Ahem.
Er, to avoid seeming too bookish erudite, here's a quiz.
You are a steroid. You're a special kind of inter- nuclear hormone and have direct, immediate effects on the near future; you are pumped up, ready to go, and excite the people around you into action.
You can also cause cancer.
For those who chuckled in skepticism my statement of "purpose of school... to learn that not all people are kind and altruistic...", well, today just saw one of this kind of people laugh right in our face.
Haha. But it's not really that funny to be robbed.
Granted, I'm not the one who had valuables (i.e. $$$? Handphone, anyone?) stolen from me, but I know I'll scream very bloody murder even if $5 is taken away from me. I mean, it can buy one manga/copic colour marker/class fund. I MEAN! I don't exactly have a lot of money, not like some families who give their children ?$10 per day at least. (Hope I don't sound bitter, 'cause I'm not. Luckily for myself, I save.)
Similarly fortunate, is the fact that I don't /even/ carry a wallet around.
Committing theft either shows low EQ on your part, or simple desperation. Incidentally, this mindless desperation also points to low EQ...
Idiots that thieves are.
One thing is, I switched my phone with my mum just the other day, from that exotic (but ultimately function-lacking and user-unfriendly) Motorola [insert model number] to that common (but great) Nokia [whateverwhatever].
I'm guessing, that if the Motorola had been in that bag the softballers used during training to keep valuables together, -it- would be the one stolen.
Instead, a lone and special Ericsson, lying amongst all the Nokias, got whisked away.
Y'know, I wouldn't mind if the Motorola were to get stolen in place of the Ericsson, which meant rather much to my friend. Actually, I've always been scheming how to get it out of my hands (and have since succeeded. See abovementioned switch); I don't even want a handphone -- the technolgically-advanced mobile shackles that it is.
Anyway, the Motorola has a password lock -- you think I want thieves to benefit??
Ironically, I received the Motorola as a direct consequence of having misplaced my ex-phone in the bus (due to big pockets -_- -- and it was the *1st* time I *ever* put it in my pockets after owning the phone for 2 years --___--). From whence, I surmised, was picked up by another one of those friggin' idiots who decided that switching it off and keeping it was more virtuous than returning it.
Demented imbecile.
By the way, that bag which kept the valuables? It was supposed to be in a safe place, of course. But as luck has it, the key to that safe room couldn't be found, so it was briefly left unattended in search of the key...
...she sure worked fast.
She was a "she", because the bag was found abandoned in the girls' toilet. Well, unless a guy could really be half-cracked to this extent...
Girl, watch out. We may be watching you. *eyes glint over impromptu lunch discussion scheming*
Aw yeah, I'm pretty stoked that Prince of Persia is actually reincarnating as a (second) 3D game -- a highly acclaimed one so far, at that.
It brings back -- really really vacuums back -- the memories of one little kid sitting in front of the computer, booting up the DOS menu, playing and re-playing PoP and PoP2. Too bad she was too young then to know enough to advance far in the levels (though she does know some cheat-keystrokes *wink*).
Current expression-> *__*
Ooh, look at Tony Hawk's Underground.
*_____*
It was full moon yesterday night. Either that or tonight. It was so damn bright that I woke up in the middle of the night yesterday to have the glaring orb of recycled-sunlight shining right in my face (and eyes).
Well, the moon was rather low on the horizon, and I've somehow shifted 180 degrees mid-slumber on my mattress to face the window.
Anyway at times like these every month, there'll be a pretty litte halo radiating around the moon in a kaleidoscope of colours (which looks even more the ethereal with my blurred vision without specs). So preeetty.
By the way, did I mention that I love Hugo Weaving(Agent Smith)'s way of enunciating each and every syllable?
That's my ideal way of speaking, dude.
Shall work on something else tomorrow then. Maybe the PW handout. -_-
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[EDIT:] Oh yes! How can I forget.
Watched Saiyuki Reload #6 -- Dakkan. THe animation and drawings are in its "great" mode. And... woah just lookit Kouryuu confronting Sanzo. Lookit Sanzo taking a step back. Ah~ angst ^_^.
And the Urasai at the end! XD XD XD XD
That was freaking funny. *whistles at new way to make Goyjo, um, fall*
And do I see that the next episode's gonna be badly-drawn, seem totally OOC, and is another filler? -_- (Lookit Badly-drawn!Sanzo scream!)
Things balance themselves out, I guess.
Dreaming of Zion, Awake
Sleeping Awake
Dreaming of Zion, Awake
Can't stop Sleeping Awake
...okay, so I slept through some parts of Matrix Revolution.
Do you see what I see?
And can you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?
Can't stop Sleeping Awake
I see good CGs.
I hear nonsensical conversation.
I feel quite bored at times.
I sleep.
It's nothing particular, just that The Matrix could never seem to catch hold of me in a fascinated way that it should. But by now I've watched all three parts of The Matrix anyways, due to various reasons other than my own willingness.
I don't know, but I'm rather put off by the extremely taxing exchanges/monologues that the characters seemed inclined to spout forth.
If people in the Matrix like to muddle themselves up with cryptic comments, so be it. Just leave me outta this. The moment I tried to decipher such conversations into normal speeches, my brain wired out and I was mercifully put to sleep.
For every beginning, there is an end.
Or something. Hence, here thus marks the end of a short entry, because the time has gone over to "tomorrow" already (again), and I can hardly keep my eyes open.
There's softball training tomorrow today dammit.
